I have to admit that story is kicking my ass. It has me chasing my tail and writing it hasn't come easy to me. I know where I want this to go and I ask that you please hold some patience while I work on getting it there. I do appreciate all who have taken the time to (and will hopefully continue) to read. I appreciate any and all comments. So thank you. And I hope this chapter works for you. I'd like to note that I do know Tara is a Pediatric surgeon, but for the sake of the story I have working the ER.

I don't own Supernatural or Sons of Anarchy and I normally try to stay as close to the actual show as possible out of respect for them; but sometimes my sandbox wants to play by it's own rules and some A/U slips in.

Dean closed his eyes, hung his head and whispered, "Call Sam." The cry of a baby sounded by the doorway and he knew she had found his weakness. He would endure all the pain she and that sick twisted bastard could deal out, but he wasn't going to allow an infant to be hurt. She knew this and she wasn't beyond doing it.

Meg's lips turned up in a triumphant sneer as she held the phone up to his ear. "You always were soft when it came to children," she cooed; her eyes sparking with delight. She couldn't resist twisting the knife a little more, "It wouldn't have needed to come to this if you would have just broke. Why is there always a trail of innocents left hurt or, worse dead, in your wake Dean? Have you ever really considered the answer?"

Sam jumped at the sound of a phone ringing. He looked at Bobby, who just shrugged and answered his phone. "Singer," he said his voice gruff. Bobby listened to the person on the other end of the line and when the person had finished talking Bobby calmly responded with the name and address of the motel he and Sam were held up in.

"Who the hell was that," Sam asked; a little taken back that Bobby had given out their local.

"A friend," Bobby replied.

Sam jumped up from the bed he had been sitting on. "Would you care to elaborate," he asked, his voice jumping an octave higher.

Bobby fixed Sam with an appraising gaze. He knew this had been hard on the younger man and he hated to see Sam be put through the ringer like this. However, he wasn't going to start putting up with any attitude. "Would you care to sit back down and listen while I tell you," he snapped back.

Chagrined, yet wisely compliant, Sam sat back down and waited for Bobby to fill him in.

Bobby took off his worn out trucker hat and began to pull at the bills frayed edge. He couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why he hadn't thought of this earlier. It's not like he didn't know about them and her; it's just like he forgot to remember.

Bobby cleared his throat, fixed Sam with a gentle stare and began to fill the younger man in. "That was an old friend of Dean's, he met her back in Chicago on one of the many hunting trips he used to take alone after you went to Stanford and your daddy all but deserted him.

He had gone to check out what he thought was a "typical" haunt but it turned out to be more than he had expected. He wound up getting himself tossed down a couple flights of stairs and he ended up pretty well banged up.

This friend was in her third year of medical school and was working a shift in the emergency room when your brother was brought in. She was one of the doctors assigned to his case. She took a special interest in him, you know how he rambles when he's on pain meds," Bobby paused and offered a fond smile of remembrance; shaking himself out of his reverie he continued on, "She felt a kinship in the loneliness the man had to have been surrounded by. She understood the need for family and the feeling of abandonment it was clear he felt. He reminded her of someone she had once loved very much.

Anyway, your brother's recovery was slow and one particularly rough night she called me in a panic. Seems Dean had had a terrible nightmare and he couldn't be calmed down. She had gone through his wallet and found my number in it. She called seeking some advice on what to do. She had noticed the way the other doctors had started acting towards him and was terrified he would end up locked up in the psych ward.

I told her how to handle him and explained that I would be there sometime the next day. When I arrived things were worse than I had thought. Turns out they had been ready to commit him. I managed to get them to hold off for a day and that night I sprung him. He wasn't in any real shape to travel so she offered to let us stay at her apartment until he was better suited to travel.

We ended up staying there for a couple weeks. In that time she had told him about how she had grew up in a small town in California called Charming. She told of how she had left home and her high school sweetheart behind because the life he was leading was one she hadn't wanted to share. She wanted to do something with her life and being a biker's old lady would have held her back.

The more they talked the more the similarities between her love, Jax, and your brother became clear. They each had lost a parent, Jax his dad, Dean your mother. They each were tough and did what ever needed to be done, but sometimes it was at a cost to them either physically, emotionally or both.

Anyway by the time we left we had all exchanged information and had over the years stayed in touch. Then this whole mess with the demons and angels exploded and we lost touch. The last I knew she had gone back to Charming because her dad had passed and she had started to see her old boyfriend again.

Dammit, Sam, I should have remembered. Nothing happens in this town that they don't know about. Could have saved us a lot of time if I had remembered. Sam she knows where Dean is."

Sam's expression was like a fish out of water and when he spoke the disbelief in his voice was thick, "Wait a minute! What? You mean to tell me that all this time there was someone here who knew where he was and they didn't think to call sooner or that you knew of someone who could have possibly helped and you didn't think to call them? Unbelievable!"

Sam had once again jumped up from the bed and started to pace, "Wow, you heard him," he paused to draw in a shaky breath, "You heard him crying out and you didn't THINK to call this person. Dammit, Bobby we could have gotten to him earlier. He could be here with us instead of with them having god only knows what being done to him."

Sam stopped his pacing and glared at Bobby. "Well, where is he," Sam seethed out.

Bobby shook his head. He lifted his eyes towards the younger man and the look in them made Sam's heart sink. "It's not that easy son," Bobby quietly said, "There's been some complications. We can't just go in guns a blazin', they don't just have your brother anymore…."

"What! What do you mean we can't just go there!? It's Dean, Bobby we have to go. We have to try," Sam shouted out interrupting the elder hunter. Sam dropped heavily down on the edge of the bed. He had just gotten his brother back and now this. He had been kind of hard on Dean as of late and he didn't want the last the memory his brother had of him to be that of the fight they had had the night before.

Sam's shoulders slumped and he put his face in hands. When he lifted his face and looked at his surrogate father the pain and fear reflected in his eyes crushed the older man's heart. "We have to do something, Bobby," Sam whispered, "We have to. I can't lose him again."

Before Bobby could answer Sam's phone rang. Flipping the phone open Sam hopefully queried, "Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy it's me. I need you to listen to me ok? Things have gotten real thick here and I can't see a way out of it. It's not just me their using anymore, they have a baby. Sammy this puts a whole new spin on things. We can't let anything happen to him," a fond smile crossed his lips at the expletive that fell from Sam's, "Listen, they will let the baby and his grandmother go if you come alone….."

"Okay, but what about you," Sam asked already knowing the answer and he closed his eyes at the thought of it.

"Doesn't matter. Now listen, we can't let them have you and we sure as hell can't let them hurt this kid, but I don't see a way to keep both of those from happening. I hate to say it but I think you're gonna have to come and come alone. This sucks Sammy. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone out last night. At last count that makes you 3 to my 0 in your being right.

You don't make a move until you know the baby and his grandmother are safe, you hear me. I don't care what you hear about me, they come first. You make sure they're clear or you don't come in you hear me. You get them out of here."

"You're gonna trust that they'll just let them go?"

Dean couldn't help but smile at the tone in his little brother's voice; he could picture the bitch face he was sure he was wearing in his mind, "What choice do we have? It's you they want. They're running out of time. Please don't make me repeat myself another two times. Look Sam, what choice do we have here?"

Sam knew Dean was right. He knew he had to do whatever he could to try to save the baby and his grandmother; he also realized that meant he was more than likely going to loose his brother, again. He let out a sigh. "Alright, tell me where and when."

A flame of warm hatred fanned and began to burn deep inside his soul when he heard Dean's captive reply, "Good boy, Sammy. Good boy. Now listen up and I'll tell you what you need to know."